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Lost days, pictures fade.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009

wahh
i
want
to
cry.
i feel like
some kind of
punching bag for my friends
or maybe,
some kind of teddy bear.
they have problems,
they come and find me and want me to comfort them,
sure.
but when i have mine?
i talk to them about it.
they go
' oh, lol. '
uhhuh.
even if they listen,
i'm telling them halfway.
then they go
' OMG HE'S ONLINE '
and the topic,
obviously,
changes.
that's why i'm so pissed easily.
i don't get a chance to spill it out,
so i bottle up all my feelings,
and when i cry,
i really can't stop.
cos there's just so much stress kept in the bottle,
when the cap's open,
whoooooooooosh,
it all just flows out and nothing can stop it.
okay w/e
im seeming v emo now.
i'm the teddy bear of my friends,
they whisper me their problems,
my problems i can't say it out loud.

i like teddies.